Crystal's One Night of Love
Chapter 244 Whose Child Is It
In the cloak of the night, nestled in the narrow alley, stood an age-worn dwelling.
Henry’s gaze was fixated on his younger sister, who he had doted on for many years. He examined her attire, plain to the point of austerity, and the crumbling structure that served as her shelter.
His eyes throbbed with a sting that could not be suppressed, and the fingers that clutched his cigarette trembled subtly.
Taking a deep drag of his cigarette, he stepped inside the place and scanned around. “Where’s the kid?”
Melora was taken aback. “Has Crystal told you?”
Henry responded in a helpless tone, “Do you expect her to help you keep it a secret and watch as you continue living in this squalor? Whose child is it?”
Up until that moment, he was truly oblivious to the identity of the child’s father.
Melora wouldn’t let him in the room.
Henry extinguished his cigarette, exhaling the last puff of smoke. “Who is it?”
No matter who the father was, he wanted to beat him up so badly and break his teeth.
Melora blocked the door, pleading in a hushed voice, “Berthold and I are doing fine. Henry, I can support him on my own. Please don’t ask anymore!”
Henry’s eyes reddened.
He was but half a step away from her. With an outstretched arm, he pulled her to the side and entered the room.
The bedroom was of meager proportion, not even covering ten square meters.
An aged bed and a tiny desk housing several dozen magazines was all it contained.
Henry flicked through the trashy magazines, all showcasing Melora on the cover, the young lady of the Miller family.
He swallowed hard, making his way toward the old bed.
On it, lay a small child, slumbering peacefully.
His skin was fair, and he had a full head of dark brown hair.
Henry’s eyes turned bloodshot at the familiar eyes and unique hair color.
He no longer needed to ask Melora who the father was, as there was no need to do so anymore!
Henry whirled around, his eyes burning holes into his little sister.
Melora’s lips quivered, and her face contorted in distress as she pleaded, “Henry, don’t look for him! Don’t… I’ve broken up with him.”
Henry reached out, tenderly touching the little boy.
He paused and asked gently, “Him? Which him? Melora, tell me.”
Melora covered her mouth in shock.
It dawned on her that Henry must have realized who the father was.
Henry’s voice was dangerously low as he said, “When did you two become a thing? Do you understand what you’re doing? He’s at least ten years older than you. A man of his stature, in his forties and still unmarried, has had his share of meeting women from all walks of life, so why would he be attracted to a greenhorn like you?”
Melora was crushed.
She knew she had been punching above her weight.
Henry didn’t ask anymore. He took off his coat, put it on little Berthold, and gently lifted.
“Henry!” Melora clutched his arm, begging.
In the dim light, Henry’s expression was as calm as still water. “Either you come home with me now, or I call Alfred to pick you and your son up. You decide.”
Melora had no choice.
She packed some clothes and followed Henry.
descended the stairs,
Henry with a hint of
assuring gently, “I am
relaxed, closing his
little boy into the child
into the car, murmuring, “Could you not tell Mom
“You’re afraid now?”
his way around the front of the car and got in. He was infuriated and wanted to smoke. However,
silence, he gently
the car slowly
for she had her own worries. The sound of the opening. and closing of the door
saw Henry holding Berthold, with
for a
tone. “Let Berthold sleep with Skyler tonight. You go and talk with
Crystal nodded.
again, she opened the
in his arms, Henry entered, gingerly tucking the tiny
too soft, or the day had been too long, for the child drifted
slits before she rolled over, pulling Berthold close to her as if she was cuddling
were strikingly
felt his heart soften
head and patted Berthold.
wore her guilt on
Henry spoke in a tender voice. “You must
words came out more
softly, “Don’t let the children hear you.
a fierce glare, but times had
your anger out on me,” she warned him boldly as she exited the room.
tense
grasped her hand. “Stay with Melora. I’ll head to the study for
Crystal agreed with a
had unresolved matters between them, grievances yet addressed. Yet, when faced
After all, I am
began, “Don’t mind your brother’s Let’s freshen up first. Let me prepare some snacks for you- your favorite
to step
emotion washed over
she reassured, “You should have come back sooner. Your
out in a
hair gently and said, “I’ll go prepare something for us to eat. You take a
Melora nodded.
the snack. By the
the kind where
Crystal noticed.
in her voice,
sat down and began
longer the chatterbox who
simply kept her
I’m scared. He couldn’t marry me
could she
child, living a tough life
were swept away by the winds of time just
she would spot him in the newspaper. He
had lost her youthful radiance. Moreover, the
will, after all, need to vent his
poor girl
Crystal went to
of the study. The room was dim, save for a single wall lamp
sat behind the desk, smoking. The ashtray before him was filled to the brim, a clear sign of his inner
door behind her, walked to the window, and
smoking too much!
watched her in
night, as Crystal voluntarily approached him, sat on his
out the cigarette and leaned
to Kingdom of Brundela back then, your uncle and Melora may not have had the chance to get together. Those days Alfred spent in the hospital must have been a
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